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Myuler
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Date Posted: 11/19/04 12:30:06pm Fri
In reply to:
Tyrsis Kayaroqua
's message, "How to ask what you barely see" on 11/19/04 11:26:30am Fri
"This is a lot of information, young Seer. But perhaps for your luck, you came to ask me as you did."
He rummaged around his cloak, and pulled some objects from the sleeves. These objects looked as though it would have been impossible to store inside of sleeves. As always, it had to be enchanted. His house reeked of magic. One could almost see it as a physical thing.
"I went and did some research when I came across some artifacts during my time away. Unfortunately, my research took me to human cities, so I had to pass as an elf. That Wyrd creature has my wings, as odd as it was, I must say. I've never been greeted kindly among humans, but they are far more tolerable of elves."
The first thing he put on the creaking table before Tyrsis was a broken sculpture of a dragon. It's limbs were missing, its wings cracked and chipped, and half the head was gone. All that was left was the right side of the face, and three eyes.
"It's crude, but I believe it's what the Forbiddion looked like. I found it in the ruins of some occult temple that was buried in the slums of a human city. They dared not go near it for some reason. From what I found, as a being in itself, Forbiddion was a terrible beast. There's no record of how this being was destroyed, but we all know it died horribly. I was only a young man when I first heard of it, and saw it leave the capital city of Aurora."
He shifted his gaze to Tyrsis, and motioned to the broken sculpture.
"When something that powerful dies, the power that it had is dispersed, since it can't truly be destroyed. I believe the begging eyes you see is that power wishing to be released, and the lack of cruelty you sense is that of this power having no central being of control. I mean to say, the Forbiddion as a being is dead, the consciousness gone, but it's power still lives on in the Forgotten."
He set down a few more objects that looked to be Forbiddion related, but said nothing of them. Only one of them emanated power, and it was a very small piece. An egg shaped glass sphere.
"And about Zenra. She's been turned to a swan, and yet, she's not even there?" He rubbed his chin. "Judging by your vision, she has to stay where she is until she learns whatever it is she needs to learn. And those two with her are the ones to teach her, somehow."
He paced for a few moments, then stopped. His eyes met Tyrsis'.
"Who is Jin?"
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